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FORT ITECT , Lakeland, Florida . BRYAN JCHITECT 1liston Building D. Box 605 nd, Florida E ROOMS DR RENT ram Building nd Best Lighted the City ter in Each Room all at RAM OFFICE K? §8 Sanitarium HARDIN BLD oof, fire-proof, Lasts as long a8 nds, made of gal- l and TONCAN attractive !n snd at the samn cost of your fire our boy cin easi- your dealer ov 1444484444 (2122222224 Vi iddid | (Copyright, 191, by Associated Literary Press. There was no particular excitement When the Hon. John Watkins and his son James arrived at the mountain resort on an August day. The Hon. John was sixty-five years old and rich and a widower. His son was twenty years old and confiding and fat. But for the son’s confiding na- ture it would not have been known to all the guests within three days that the governor, meaning his man, was on the lookout for a second wife, and he wanted a young one at that. The Hon. John neither denied nor confirmed the story. He simply looked about like a man who would marry if he found the right woman. There were mammas who secured in- troductions to him when they heard of his wealth, and there were a very few daughters who looked at him from afar off and wondered if they wanted another grandpa. It was when the Widow Savage ar- rived that the flutter began. She was fair and forty. She had the inde- pendent toss of the head that goes with widowhood after the first year. She had little ways with her eyes and mouth that made all the other wom- en jealous the very first day. Of course, the stupid men simply looked upon her as a widow, but it was her own sex that unmasked her. When one of them said: “That widow has come here to catch a man!” all re peated it in chorus. There were plenty of young people at the resort. Some widows, as soon as hearing that the Hon. John was wife-hunting, would have gone man- hunting in return. The Widow Savage didn’t. She eluded him. She didn’t coddle the fat son, as some women did. She forced father and son to keep their distance and se- lected only after three or four day Her victim was a young man. He had already t ngled self up with a blueeyed g'rl a ounger, but that fact did n v the widow the least bit. When s got ready to ap- propriate him she did so. The blue-eyed girl made a very poor attempt to show the people she W He Began to Tell Her His Life History didn’t care, and then it was noticed that the Hon. John was giving her all his attention. They sat together and walked together and talked together, and the fat son saw things and took his father to task by saying: “Now, gov, don't make a fool of yourself. That girl won't make a mammy for me. Why don't you go for the widow?” “James, the widow is blase,” was the reply. “The second time a wom- an marries she marries for money. She marries to boss the resort. She marries hoping her husband will soon ret off the earth and give her a third show.” “But she’'s a staver, gov. Fine looker, and what a walk she has on her! If you are elected to congress next year what a team you'd make!” “But the Widow Savage, James, has almost snubbed me. I will confess that I had an eye on her for a day or two, but she is cold and distant—cold and distant. She may argue that I would outlive her.” But, as if to prove that the Hon. John's diagnosis was all wrong, the Widow Savage threw herself in his way the very next day and was most entertaining. The nose of Miss Blue Eyes was out of joint again. Her second flirtation was spoiled by the widow. Her eyes flashed with an- ger, and when the Hon. John asked her to sit in one of the grottoes she coldly declined. “Forget her, governor, and go for the widow,” was the advice of James, who didn’t do any flirting but kept his eyes open. “Blase, James—blase! Blase and artful! She'd twist me around her finger like a string. I will toy with her now and then, but my mind {s made up on Miss Smith. In fact, I have already talked love to her and led her to expect a proposal.” Miss Smith was walking by herself in the hotel grounds. She was think- ing of widows as she walked—one widow in particular. Miss Smith was classed 'way up at the head of smart. good-looking girle, and she had been humiliated. She bit her Yp and gritted her teeth and felt the . Ornaments Necesszry. The smali furpishnzs of a room are the things that really furnish it. The wall covering may be in the most ap- provet of neutral tones, the floors may be faultlessly finished, the rugs may be exquisite and in impeccable tiste an” the furniture may be the { prodact of careful workmanship and careiul choosing. Even the pictures on the wall and the lights may be faultiess and yet the room in ques- tion will lack a certain air of com- pleteness unless a few objects, vague- Iy termed “ornaments,” be included in its furnishings. | and walked her up the path old | tears start as she nunlend Her | mother had said it didn’t matter in the least, but it did matter. It mat- tered just the difference between victory and defeat, and—and— And then the Widow Savage sud- denly appeared and took her arm to the Outlook, and when they were seated on the rocks she softly said: “l am not your enemy, but your' friend. You don't wish to marry that old man, do you?” “Mercy, no!” was the reply, as Miss Smith forgot her desire for | revenge. “Well, T do.” “But you—you got Frank away | from me.” “And I'm going to give him back. I was just using him as a means to and end. moment ago, and he'll be on his knees to you tomorrow. The Hon John is to be my next husband.” “But how—how do you work things s0?” “By being a widow. Now, listen to me.” The evening came on Wwith a full, clear moon. The moon so worked on the sentimental nature of the Hon. John, as well as the surrounding corn crop, that he invited Miss Smith to wander with him. To his great joy she accepted his arm. They | walked as far as Seal Rock and then sat down and gazed at the moon. Porpoise Rock, Fish Rock and Whale Rock also were near at hand. After the silence had lasted four or five minutes the Hon. John cleared his throat. The noise set the frogs! in the pond a-piping. After another! interval he took Miss Smith’s hand | | beds of flowers, pavilions and tea- { foot on the low in his. There came a third interval, | and then he began to tell her his life history 1% was a sad one. It was full of step-fathers and step-mothers | and boils and colic and kicks from | cows that cared not for his forlorn condition. been happy, and lost his wife and not been happy over that, and for vears and ye had lived a lonely life with only a fat son to cheer him. He was rich, but lonely. He was rich, but he yearned. He wanted a fireside with a cat and a wife. He wanted to come home after a hard day’s work in seeing the district lead- ers of the Tenth ward and have some one vall him hubby. At intervals of about a foot, as marked off on a tape measure, Miss Smith sighed and cuddled, but that was all. As the Hon. John brought his story down to date and his voice broke and he had to use his hand- kerchief to wipe away the scalding tears. Miss Smith’s own handker- chief got away from her and the night breeze carried it to Porpoise Rock. She twisted away her hand and ran after it and even disappeared behind the rock for an instant. She had returned and taken her seat again and surrendered her hand by the time the Hon. John had chased the tear away and was ready to say: “And now, love, it is for you to say whether this lonely life shall con- tinue or mnot.” The hand he held squeezed his “I have loved you since the first moment I saw you.” A harder squeeze. “And I ask you to be my wife.” “I will, John!"” “By thunder, it's the widow!” ex- claimed the Hon. John, as he scram- bled to his feet. “And we'll say a month from to- day if that will please you!"” The Hon. John hurried away wl the hotel to consult his fat son. “She’s got you tight, gov, and you'll have to go through with it,” was the information extended. “Put- up job, but breach of promise and all that if you don’t stand by your word. | Splendid looker! Splendid dresser! Superb walker! Say, you just missed making an your- telf. Get a move on you! And the Hon. £ay he has never regretted it. Writing With Invisible Ink. There are several ways in which | two persons can correspond with each other unknown to even the persons be- fore whose eyes the very letter is held. For instance, new milk may be used as ink. When dried this is invisible, but if coal dust or soot be scattered upon the paper the writing becomes legible. Diluted sulphuric acid, lemon juice, solutions of nitrate and chloride of cobalt or of chloride of copper write colorless, but on being heated the characters written with the first two become black or brown, and the latter green. And when the paper becomes cool the writing disappears, leaving the paper blank again. Two good invisible inks are made by saltpeter dissolved in water, and equal parts of sulphate of copper and sal ammoniac dissolved in water. Tiny Mouse Spoils Drama. Just as the hero in a romantic play at the opera house matinee in Joliet, | 11, was telling the ingenue how he loved her a mouse ran toward her from the wings. Miss Olney, the actress, screamed 1n fright and ran from the stage, break- ing up the scene. The hero kicked at the mouse and it ran off the stage and | jumped into the orchestra. Thereupon five hundred women, on seeing the cause of the interruption of the drama, stampeded for the doors. In the rush Mrs. A. Blake was injured. The mouse escaped. Its Color. “Life ought to look rosy to Jinks just now.” “Well, if bis creditors are after him I should think it was more of a dun color.” Got Name From French Town. The bu,onet derived its nume trom the town of Bayoune, in France, where it is said to have been invented, in 1650. Some authorities claim that the weapon is simply the Malay kris in- troduced by Dutch soldiers from the East Indies, though manufaciured at Bayonne. The Malay weapon consist- ed merely of a native dagger thrust into the muzzle of a musket. The Real Winner. The man who really wins in 1 law- suit is the lawyer.—Atchison Globe. I called him a booby a| He had married and not | John did, and they | Moon Lotus By JEAN DICKERSON (Copyright, 1912, by Assoctated Literary Press) | Sano-koga is an idyllic Japanese vil- | lage near Tokio. Russell Lane had unsuccessfully tried to put some of | its beauties on canvas, but the occi- dental brush is too heavy to do jus- tice to the delicate airiness of Nip- | Ponese scenery. “I've tried water colors and crayon and pen and ink—and I can't do a thing with it!” he growled at his host who was watching him from the veranda. With a quick stroke “he painted out his work and tossed down the brushes. Lucius White smiled wisely. “Be- cause you're not Nipponese,” he said. “Give a native artist a scrap of parchment and with a splash of water | colors or a dab of India ink he would reproduce my garden so that you could | hear the leaves rustling on the mul- berry tree.” “I believe it because you are a mis- uionary and you ought to speak the | truth,” replied Russell, looking en-| | viously about the miniature gnrdon where art had so assisted nature that | the diversified landscape of a great es- x""e had been compressed within the | confines of the half-acre that belonged ‘!o the missionary’s house. { On a dwarfed scale there was a| sweep of turf, tinkling streams span- ned by fairy bridges, stunted trecs, houses, graveled walks, and in the cen- ter, beneath a circle of willow trees, | there was a large lake whose surface was almost covered with lotus leaves. “Try again,” encouraged Mr. White. | “Come out tonight when the moon | lotus blooms and paint the garden by moonlight.” Russell shook his head. “No,” he said regretfully, “if I cannot paint yaur Japanese garden when the sun shines on it I am sure that I could not do it when it is bathed in moon- | light. Sano-koga tempts me so sorely that I shall go away.” “At least you will defer your de- parture until you have seen my lotus pond in full bloom,” protested the missionary. “When is that to be?” “It should be in bloom tonight when the moon is full. Then the pink buds A Girl Was Standing There. will unfold under a cold gaze of Luna, only to ose again when ghe sets. It is a rare sight in the season.” “I will gtuy,” decided Russell, put- ting away his painting things. “Good!" crled Mr. White, rousing himself. “Let us ask Millie to give ue a lunch of rice cakes and fruit and we will ride out to Sunset Hill and I belleve I can promise you a brief glimpse of the top of Fujiyama.” | It was after sunset when they re- turned from the 'ricksha ride, and they sat down to table by the light of a very American ol lamp, Mrs. White announced that a mes sage from a sick servant would sum- | mon them to the other end of the vil- lage. “I am so sorry, Lucius, because the moon lotus will bloom tonight,” she added. “I have promised Ruseell a rare sight if he will remain—perhaps we will return in time.” “Don’t disturb yourselves on my account,” was Russell’s assurance; “I | will watch the phenomenon myself.” “Look out that you are not snared by the witchery of the moon lotus 8pirit,” teased Mr. White. “Ah, there is a legend connected | with 1t?” | “Whatever mald or bachelor watches the opening of the moon lotus will see revealed the future.” “‘Fate’ Implying future life part- ner?” laughed Russel. “Of course.” | “Although I am an avowed bache- '1ir, T will put it to proof this very !night! Am I assured of having the "lotus lake to myself, or must I share the gift of the gods with one of your | servants?” | “Oh, no! There is a lantern festi- val at Harashi and every one will be there.” | “Good! By the time you return T shall no longer be heart-free.” | Russell Lane waved his friends good-by as they rolled away in their ‘rickshas and made his way back to the garden veranda where he could look down at the little lake lying a , | few yards beyond. The full moon was just showing Celtic Stra'n Somewhere. Small Jemima (colored), her pudgy cheeks puffed out, lizs pursed, and her diminutive outstanding braids ' bobbing excitedly as she addresses cork of mucilage bottle, with which she is struggliug: “Well, Ah's gwine | git you out if AL has to push you | in!"—Woman's Home Comgpanion. Have a Purpose in Life. Find your purpose and fling your life to 1t; and the loftier your pur- pose is, the more sure you will be to make the world richer with every en- i richment of yourself. above the tops of some black and ragged cedars on a distant hill, and it would be some time before its silver rays touched the surface of the lake |to awaken into life the closed buds of the moon lotus. | There was the chirrup of countless | |insects in the garden grasses, the cry |of an owl, the slipslipping of straw- sandaled feet on the matted floors | within as the servants went to and |fro. After a while those sounds died |away in a burst of happy laughter | from the kitchen entrance and disap- peared down a hedged lane. | The moon rose rapidly. | strolled down to the shore of the lake |and threw himself on a white marble bench. In his white clothes he be- | came part of the snowy bench. | The magic of the moon lotus was working. | There came & whispering rustle as | of the opening of hundreds of flower petals, but he derided the fancy. With one idle hand he could have touched the nearest lotus had he wished. The moon flooded the lake, and even as he gazed the dark patches of leaves and buds stirred and almost imperceptibly their appearance chang- ed. Where all had been darkness was now a field of pink bloom and there ywas a heavily sweet fragrance on the air. | At that moment Russell Lane de- | clared he would believe anything he | saw—and yet, almost instantly, his credulity was strained to its utmost. There came a soft sigh near at hand. His eves shifted from the lake to the bank beside his bench. A girl was standing there, half poised on the shore of the lake, one stone coping, her hands clasped loosely before her. She was slender and dark-haired and garb- ed in a loose Japanese robe of some | pale shimmering fabric that seemed woven of the white moonlight and the pale pink of the lotus blooms. Rus- sell could see her profile, for she, too, } was gazing in rapt delight at the phenomenon of the unclosing of the moon lctus, | She had not seen him—she was en- tirely oblivious of his presence. Who was she? The spirit of the moon lotus made visible for one magic hour? Russell looked at the pale- | robed form and then at the pink glory | of the blossoms. | In the second that his attention was diverted she saw him and shrank back | with a startled exclamation and he knew that she was flesh and blood | and of his own race. Instantly he was upon his feet and apologizing for frightening her. “It was too beautiful to disturb hy) mere words,” he explained. “The | Whites are away this evening and mld me of the opening of the flowers; it Is a rare sight.” “Yes, indeed,” she said in a soft, | deep voice that matched the dark beauty of her eyes and the creamy loveliness of her skin. “I live next door to the Whites and 1 have just re-' turned from Tokio. I thought the gar- den was deserted, and T could not re- sist coming over to see the lotus blooms.” “They tell me that there is a legend connected with the opening of the moon lotus.” It was on the tip of Russell's tongue to give utterance to this daring re- mark, but at that moment the girl turned and her foot slipped on the stone coping. She would have fallen in among the lotus flowers if he had not caught her in his arms. For an instant they looked In each other’s eyes, and in the brief interval Russell | i I n | + T. L. CARDWELL Get Your Coupons in the Great Voting Contest at the Hub. This is the only Gents’ Furnishing Store in Town giv- ing Yotes with Purchases of Goods Our Spring Line B San [s Commg m Daily which our Store is filled. JOS. LeVAY The Hub . THE HOME OF Hlart Schaifner and Marx Gcod Cothing “See Our Wmdows, They reflect the Superb Stock with Sk bbb e R R D PR PP REEPEe The Financial Crisis Over We are now in shape togive you the be netit of our Low Expenses. [Let us wire your House and save you money, Lower Insur- ance, Cleanliness and Convenience ave the results, Phone 397 With Lakeland Sheet Metal Works each one realized that the fate meted | &% out to every maid and bachelor who' looks upon the unclosing of the moon lotus was theirs. Day of Yankee Mill Girls. “There were very few if any torelgn-! ers in the cotton mills when I worked in them here in Biddeford 66 years ago,” said an old, old lady in Maine. | “About all of us were girls from the farms, who came here to work so as to get ready money and buy clothes and help out the folks at home. “One day the overseer hired a girl that had just coine over from the old country., We went to him and told | him we just wouldn’'t work with hew; | and she had to go. The old scrub-| woman that washed the floors was the only outlandish person in our room. “There was one girl in the room, who, I suppose now, must have been French-Canadian. She used to sing French songs for us and act them out. ! We were always coaxing her to do It,: because it sounded so funny to hear a language not our own. Such carry- ings-on as we girls had!” Importing Plant Diseases. The spread of crop diseases and pests over the world is startlingly il-! lustrated by the presence of the Euro- pean potato wart disease in New- foundland, where it awaits shipment to the United States. Once landed in this country, it will surely spread over the nation. It might bring the great- est suffering to our poor, who find in the potato the cheapest of foods in normal years, and it would surely work great hardship upon farmers. ‘et we have no quarantine law against such pests! One would be justified from this in the suspiclon that only the most ignorant of men ever get into the house or senate. How long will this criminal negligence be tolerated? This disease was first observed In Hungary 16 years ago. It has spread with great rapidity and is recognized as a danger to the whole industry.— Farm and Fireside. Precaution. Stella—Why are you taking swim- | ming lessons? Bella—I'm not going to let any of the boys teach me til I know how. I Horseshoes as Bringers of Luck. Sailors cherish horseshoes as luck- bringers, and before the days of dread- naughts it was Jack's practice to nail | @ horseshoe upeide down on the mast ;of his ship Nelson nailed a horse- shce with the poiuts upwards on the mast of the Victory before he took the ship into action at Trafalgar. In Crowded Japan. In Japan there are 192 people for every 40 acres of land and 2566 cows, 2566 donkeys and 512 swine for every square mile of land in the kingdom. BIELECTRIC g IT WILL PAY YOU CONSULT US ON THE ELECTRIC WIRING IN YOUR HOUSE OR STORE We Are Electrical Experts { FLORIDA ELECTRIC&MACHINERY Co THE ELECTRIC STORE Kibler Hotel Bldg. AELECTRIC§ Must Little Homeless Children Suffer In Florida? WE DO NOT BELIEVE that the good people of Flor- ida realize that there are right now in our State Hundreds of litde children in real need—some absolutely homeless— that just must be cared for. We feel sure—that they do not know that there are hun- dreds of worthy mothers in Florida who are just struggling 10 keep their little ones alive—and at home. We just cannot believe—that with these facts true—and every orphanage in Florida crowded to the doors—that the people of Florida will let our great work which has cared for 850 of these little ones this year alone—go down for lack of funds to keep it up. Your immediate help—is greatly needed—right now—Please send what you can to-day—to R. V. Covington, Treasurer of The Children’s Home Society of Florida Florida’s Greatest Charity 361 St. James Bldg. JACKSONVILLE, FLA.